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"Those are the Guinness Hills," said Mr. Bright. "Canada begins just the other side of them. Do you see those specks of white on the point? That is Malachi, and in the summer there is a steamboat once a week from there to Portland. We can see it pass in clear weather, Mr. Downs says." "That will be nice," said Eyebright, comfortably. "I'm glad we've got a beach of our own, papa; aren't you?
You will all be shocked at this account, but I am not sorry to show Eyebright to you on one of her naughty days. All of us have such days sometimes, and to represent her as possessing no faults would be to put her at a distance from all of you; in fact, I should not like her so well myself.
'She's a heretic, I shall say to the porter, and he'll lock the door the minute he sees her coming. Then she'll be mad! The Abbess and Mère Généfride" Eyebright had just read for the fourth time Mrs.
But even so secluded a place as Cheasing Eyebright could not rest for long in the theory of Hypertrophy Contagious or not in view of the growing hubbub about the Food. In a little while there were painful explanations for Mrs.
"I have a letter from home," he said, sitting down beside her, "and I find that I must go back at once, day after to-morrow at latest." "Oh, must you?" said Eyebright, in a voice which sounded like a sob. She hid her face on his arm as she spoke, and he knew that she was crying. "Yes; but don't cry, my dear child. I don't mean to leave you here alone. That is not my plan at all.
Perhaps some day your father'll bring you up to make us a visit." "That would be very nice," said Eyebright. "But" shaking her head "I don't believe it'll ever happen, because papa never does take me away. We can't leave poor mamma, you know. She'd miss us so much." Here Wealthy brought in supper, a hearty one, in honor of Mr.
The tea seemed to revive him a little, for, after lying quiet a while with his eyes closed, he sat up, and, fumbling with his left hand in an inner pocket, produced a flat parcel tied in stout paper, with a direction written upon it; and, beckoning Eyebright to him, said:
"Well, it didn't make so much matter," explained Eyebright, comforting them, "because Hans by this time had got to be so well known, and people liked him so much, that he kept on getting richer and richer, and was always kind to the poor, and happy, so he didn't miss his mill much.
Instead, he talked to her about his home, which was in Vermont, among the Green Mountains, and his wife, whom he called "mother," and his son, Charley, who was a year or two older than Eyebright, and a great pet with his father, evidently. "I wish you could know Charley," he said; "you are just the sort of girl he would like, and he and you would have great fun together.
Wealthy, too, had undergone the repentance which follows wrath. Her morning, I imagine, had been even more unpleasant than Eyebright's, for she had spent it over a hot ironing table, and had not had the refreshment of running away into the woods. "It's so queer," said Eyebright, with her mouth full of bread and butter. "I didn't know I was hungry a bit, but I am as hungry as can be.
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